An affair to forget, and quickly
she’s moving slowly toward nowhere good, the car is in neutral
with the brake at a right
angle to the floor. everyone can see them through the windows,
and the burnt light falls
evenly on their intensity but this infidelity
can’t last too much longer. it’s like the train
she’s supposed to be on; it’s like
the overcast sky, the sheen of her new shoes, the table he’ll soon fill
with flowers and deceit; a good freeze kills,
but lies burn faster through the body and this is the
hot red truth they’re both avoiding, hungry, inspecting
one another in the backseat like two starved dark birds
competing for the kill.